A/N Sorry it took so long to upload these chapters my computer was being stupid. Oh, and I know it is a lot of fluff right now, but bear with me, it will get better. Plus all the fluff is relevant. Well, almost all the fluff

All the following days were filled with stress. No, that's not quite right, they were overflowing with stress. All my "friends" still wanted to hang out even though it wasn't high school any more. The only people I had expected to have to deal with after high school were Alex and Hannah. Alex was getting to know the real me more and more by every minute I spent with him, and he didn't like it, just as I expected. And Hannah … well Hannah found everything out from me about Alex. Not, only that but they were getting closer, and I was happy for them. Even though I had no real feelings for either of them since they never really understood me, it was nice to see a happy ending, to know that such a thing existed. I just blew off everyone else; I didn't need to be Miss Perfect to them anymore. I had more important things to worry about. The main one being the garage.

The deadline for the mortgage was closing in and I was clueless as what to do. I didn't want to break up the family at the garage, but I didn't want to go broke either. God, I missed the streets, where there were no real rules to worry about, and no one to care for but yourself. I wondered at theses times, if I ever should have made the deal with that stranger. I thought my life had been ruined before when I lived, now it was definitely ruined. Why had I wanted a family? Why had I wanted to be loved? These things didn't make sense to me anymore.

Ring, ring, ring. The phone rang on continuously. I scowled and checked my clock. It was 9:30 p.m.! Who the heck was crazy enough to be calling at his time of night? I treaded over to the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey Boss, its Tracy."

"Oh, hey what's up?" Tracy was the only other girl who worked at the garage. She was about 5'4" with chestnut hair that was always up in a ponytail.

"Well, we got a customer here with a bike …"

"A bike? Trace, we're a motor vehicles shop, not man powered vehicles."

"No, Kay, a motor bike."

"Oh!" A motor bike. That changed the circumstances. I loved motorcycles/motor bikes ever since I started living with the Thomases. I thought they were the best things in the world. They seemed a lot freer than cars. The wind blowing in your hair … I'd never ridden one, but I could imagine what it was like.

"Anyway, it sounds like the piston rings are shot so I figured since you specialize in bikes you could come down and check it out. Would that be okay or do you want me to call Stan?"

"No, that will be fine. When do they want it done by?"

"They'd like it done by tomorrow. You know that one show for bikes and cars they're having at the mall, they're entering it in that."

"Yeah, I can do that." I said more to myself then to Tracy. "I'll be down there in 15 minutes."

"'Kay, see you soon boss."

"Bye, Trace."

I put the phone back into its cradle as I pulled on my worn leather jacket, the only thing I'd been able to keep from the streets. The Thomases had wanted to buy me a new one, but I told them this one meant a lot to me, so they had it restored.

I walked out of the house and towards my silver '67 Pontiac Firebird. It wasn't a bike, but a pretty sweet ride all the same. I turned the key and the totally refurbished engine roared to life.

I parked my car behind the garage and ran through the thunderous rain that had started about halfway through my drive down.

"So the diagnosis still the same?" I hollered as I hung my coat up and grabbed my light blue jumpsuit.

"Yes, but you know I'm not good with bikes."

That is true, I thought to myself, hoping she hadn't given me a wrong analysis. Tracy specialized in older cars, like my Firebird. She did okay with older bikes too, but newer bikes she couldn't work on for the life of her.

I finished changing quickly and went to the actual garage where Tracy was waiting.

"Damn, it's a beauty." I muttered upon seeing the bike. It was a 1979 Honda CBX. I circled it twice. Than glanced at Tracy.

"It's an older one. You usually do halfway decent work with these, you didn't need to call me in."

"I know," she grinned. "But, with all the drama going on lately, I thought it would cheer you up a bit."

"Thanks. You can go home now Trace, I'm not going to need any help if what you say about it is true."

She nodded and walked off.

The silence around me as I worked on the bike was soothing. Tracy was right. This was nice.

It was about midnight and I figured that it would only take me an hour more to get the thing completely functional again. I had already spent two and a half hours on this bike and wanted to get finished ASAP, so I didn't take a break as I should have.

While I worked many thoughts raced through my mind. The mortgage. The two fake friends who were finally starting to leave me alone. The family at the garage. The Thomases. That creepy old guy who killed my step family and, supposedly, I had given my soul to.

"But you did give me your soul Kayla."

I jumped, almost banging my head against the bike. I got up and spun around once, searching for the old bastard who had ruined my life. But I didn't see him.

"I'm right here Kayla."

I jumped again before slowly, deliberately, turning around to face the man who I hated with all my soul.

"But your soul is mine Kayla, we have a contract." His facial features morphed into a cruel, wry smile. He plucked an old looking scroll from somewhere in his robes and opened it. There was a small bloodstain on the line where there should have been a signature. My blood.

"You son of a bitch," a snarled as I rolled up my sleeves. "You made my life miserable and now I'm going to make yours hell."

He laughed, a cold laugh that made you feel as though you were staring death in the face, but, I had been there before. I advanced towards him, if he didn't know what pain was already he was going to know it very precisely when I was done with him.

I threw a punch directly toward the man's withered face, he caught my fist and death gripped my hand. All of a sudden it felt like I was literally on fire. The pain was so great I could do nothing but stare at the man with pure hatred.

"Kayla, you keep forgetting things, dearest. I come from hell." A throaty chuckle escaped his lips.

"This is just a little reminder before your real work begins, Kayla. Remember, you are my rider and your time is coming. I just need to give you one more thing."

I wanted to scream I didn't want anything more from him, but the searing pain kept me quiet.

"See you soon, Kayla."

The old devil vanished. I collapsed to the floor from the burning, and was shortly rendered unconscious.